Woke up with an intense migraine.
One that messes with my brain.
Can't remember words, confusion in following simple steps....
So when I picked up breakfast for the office, I was focused on getting the order right and forgot the jellies and mustard, that the men obviously NEED to complete their biscuit consumption.
The amazing feat I accomplished of arriving on time, dressed, with the correct biscuit order, and a semi-pleasant......
well, at least QUIET disposition....
BUT the fact that I forgot the condiments, WAS noticed and instead of forgiving the disoriented and forgetful individual, playful jabs were on the menu for the day.
I "played" irritable MAZ quite well, which was received with amusement.
As the day lengthened, I started a pity party for myself and increased my stress over life and my plans for the weekend...
Figuring out some chemistry so I can do my job as a teacher....
Cleaning the house, so I can do my job as a wife and mom
And running so I can be a good citizen
I was finally alone in my part of the office. Stupid immature feelings started to well up......
Along with tears....
That is when Mr. Funny appeared behind me. I turned around angry he was interrupting my pity party.
"You shouldn't have forgot the mustard!"
My self-loathing found a new victim.
I imagined myself remembering the ding dang mustard.